Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.